I can’t help it. I have to do this, guys. I wasn’t sure if I was going to post this or not, but I have to. Don’t ask why, I just do. Hope you like it! My version of Camp Rock 2, which I’m naming for no reason at all: Camp Rock 2: Our Time Is Here. Eh, maybe it’s because I like that song. Oh well, read on!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Well, except Adrianna Lee. That’s it. Nothing else. I’m lame, I know... GET OVER IT! I did... will... trying... sobs Just read!

“Shane!” I heard a girl gasp as she wrapped her arms around his next, hugging him.

“Hey Mitchie!” Shane Gray said, hugging the girl back. I got up out of my seat on the bus. I’d been sitting in the back, reading my book. I picked up my bag and walked to the front. I stepped off the bus and went to grab my other, larger bag. I looked around, smiling. I was in love with music, and played the guitar, piano, and drums. I could also sing, but nobody knew that, and I stuck to my dancing most of the time.

I was so busy taking it all in, I didn’t notice when I ran into somebody. “Oh, I’m sorry!” I said, quickly turning around.

“It’s alright,” the girl said, laughing. “I’m Caitlyn,” she said.

“Mikayla, but call me Mikey,” I said, shaking her outstretched hand.

“So is it your first year here?” Caitlyn asked me.

“Yeah, I can’t wait for everything to sta-” “Out of my way, loser,” a blonde girl said, walking by. As soon as the girl was out of hearing range, Caitlyn looked at me.

“Wow, I really thought she’d changed,” she said. I just wore a confused look.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s kind of a long story,” Caitlyn said with a sigh. I nodded.

“So what cabin are you in?” she asked me.

“Uhh, thirteen,” I said, looking at the paper.

“Me too!” she said. I grinned. I’d made a friend within the first five minutes I was there.

We headed over to a stage, talking about what we do. I found out she was into producing music. She found out I danced and played the drums, piano, and guitar. “Heyy, Camp Rockers!” a woman on the stage said. We all looked at her, scattered “Hi, Dee”s coming from the crowd. “For all of you who’ve been here before, welcome back, and for all you new kids, welcome to Camp Rock! You’re all going to have a great time, I just know it. While you’re here, you’re going to find your special sound, make your music who you are. And most of all, have fun! And this year, if you guys that have been here before remember Shane being here last year, he’s here again, and he’s brought somebody with him, but I’m not saying who!” she did the ‘zip-the-lip thing and ran off stage. Me and Caitlyn looked at each other, laughing.

..............CR

“Jason, get out of the car,” Nate said.

“I can’t!” Jason said, holding onto the edges of the door that Nate was currently trying to push him out of.

“Why not?! Shane did! Like, twenty minutes ago!” Nate said, still pushing.

“I’m scared!” Jason said. Nate rolled his eyes.

“What is there to be scared of?” Nate asked.

“Snakes! Nate, you know I don’t like snakes,” Jason said.

“Because one ate your bird, blah, blah, blah,” Nate said.

“Yes! What if one eats me?!” Jason said, looking at Nate.

“Jason, a snake from around here can’t eat you,” Nate said.

“Fine,” Jason said, letting go of the door, forgetting that Nate was shoving him. They both fell through the door and onto the ground. They heard clapping and laughing from above them. They looked up to see Shane.

“Hi!” Jason said, excitedly waving. Nate got up off the ground, brushing himself off. Jason jumped up and wiped the dirt off his pants, then looked at the other two. He cracked a grin and they looked at him weird. “Just like old times, guys!” he said, talking about their early days, just before Connect 3 had... connected. They all three though back to when Jason tripped while getting off the bus, and Nate had to help him up because a bag was on his back. Shane had watched the moment from afar while his Uncle Brown talked to him.

“I like not going on summer tours. They’re always so, like, hot,” Jason said, fanning himself. Nate rolled his eyes, knowing what was coming next.

“Yeah, but when it’s hot, what happens?” Shane asked Jason.

“Uh, you sweat?” Jason tried.

“Girls cover up less,” Shane said.

“Ohh, I get it!” Jason said. Nate rolled his eyes and grabbed his bags from the chauffeur. Jason grabbed his. Shane grabbed his and started walking towards the cabin. Nate and Jason followed him. Brown stood at the door of their cabin, waiting for them.

“Good to see you, boys,” he said.

“Hey Uncle Brown,” Shane said, a little more enthusiastic than he’d said it exactly one year ago.

“Hey, Brown,” Nate said.

“Yo, Brownie, what’s up?!” Jason said, still grinned. Brown gave him a look and they all laughed. Just like old times.

..............CR

We headed off to our cabin, her telling me the story of the blonde girl, Tess Tyler. When she got to the part about Mitchie, I said “Oh I saw her!” and she went on. By the time we were done putting our stuff down, I knew the whole story behind Tess Tyler, Shane Gray, and Mitchie Torrez; aka, the girl with the voice. I looked at her. “So Tess apologized?” I asked. She nodded.

“And now she’s mean again,” I said, making sure I was getting all of this straight. She nodded.

“Apparently,” she said. There was a knock at the door.

“Come in!” Caitlyn called. Mitchie walked in. “Oh hey Mitchie. This is Mikayla. Mikey, Mitchie,” Caitlyn said.

“Hi,” I said, shaking her hand.

“Tess is a diva again,” Caitlyn said. Mitchie rolled her eyes.

“I am not getting sucked into that again. I’m just going to do what I want to,” Mitchie said. Caitlyn nodded. I felt like I was being left out of something. Caitlyn had told me about what Tess had done to try to get Mitchie and Caitlyn kicked out of the activities, but I didn’t know what Tess had against the two girls.

“Hey, mind if I stay in your guys’ cabin with you this year?” Mitchie asked. I shrugged.

“I don’t care,” I said.

“And you know me,” Caitlyn said, smiling.

“Alright, thanks!” Mitchie said, putting her stuff on the extra bed.

..............CR

“Jason!” Shane yelled.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Jason defended. Jason had just tripped over a bag on the floor, spilling his entire cup of banana juice -which he swore he had gotten from a normal store, but what normal store sells banana juice?- all over Shane.

“Dude, you’re just a walking hazard,” Nate said with a laugh, sitting on his bed with his notebook. Jason tried to wipe some of the juice off of Shane, who just slapped his hands away.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, looking at the floor. Shane went to the bathroom with his pajama pants and a clean tee shirt, closing the door behind him. Jason sat down on his own bed, then took a sip of his remaining banana juice.

“Okay, what is it with you and that juice?” Nate said, putting his notebook down and looking at Jason.

“It helps your voice and stimulates brain function,” Jason said, remembering what the label said. Nate scoffed.

“Obviously,” he said, going back to his notebook. Shane came out in his pajamas.

“So I take it you’re not going to open mic night?” Nate asked Shane. Shane shook his head.

“Too tired. I just want to sleep,” he said, laying down on his bed with a groan. Nate checked his watch and got up.

“Jason, you going?” he asked.

“Oh, you bet!” he said, jumping up off his bed. They went to the door.

“Rest up, Shane! Classes start tomorrow,” Jason said.

“Yeah, rest up,” Nate said with a chuckle. They left, and Shane was soon asleep, exhausted from helping Jason with his last-minute packing earlier.

..............CR

We were in the camp cafeteria, and I was looking around at all the people. “So who do you think Shane brought with him?” I heard one girl ask another. I heard a microphone screaching, and everyone looked at the source.

“Sorry about that. Please welcome miss Lola Sanchez,” Dee said. She walked off, and a girl with kind of poufy, curly hair walked out into the middle of the floor. She stood there with two girls, one on each side of her. Then the music started.

“Whoa, she’s awesome,” I said in awe. I heard Caitlyn and Mitchie laugh. I looked at them, confused.

“Nothing...” Mitchie said, still laughing slightly.

“It’s just, that almost exactly what Mitchie said to me last year after Lola performed at this very same thing,” Caitlyn said. I laughed and turned around. In the doorway, I saw the flash of a curly-haired head, but the person was gone before I could see them. I turned my attention back to Caitlyn and Mitchie, who were having a conversation about some girl named Margaret. I asked who she was, and they were quickly explaining to me Margaret’s story.

..............CR

Jason laughed. Nate rolled his eyes. They were walking back to the cabin after they’d left the open mic night early. Nate opened the cabin door, and Jason grinned. “Yeah, I saw you looking at that one Caitlyn girl,” Jason said.

“I was not,” he said, sitting down on his bed. He was technically lying, either. Shane sat up.

“Caitlyn? You mean Caitlyn Geller?” he asked, looking at the other two.

“Yeah, Nate kept staring at her,” Jason said. Nate rolled his eyes.

“Jason, I didn’t even look at her,” he said.

“Uh huh, sure ya didn’t,” Jason said.

“Guys, can we just sleep? My class is early in the morning,” Shane said, flipping his pillow over to the cool side.

“Yeah, I don’t get that, why is a hip hop class so early in the morning?” Nate asked.

“To get you psyched for the day,” Jason said, nodding, as if he was perfectly right. Shane and Nate both rolled their eyes.

“Sleep,” Shane groaned. Nate and Jason took their turns getting in their pajamas in the bathroom, then they all went to sleep.

So this is basically my own version of Camp Rock 2. There will be Smitchie drama, don’t worry! Oh, and definitely Tess drama. I’m making mine as Camp Rock-y as possible, for all of you -and myself- that aren’t exactly enjoying the ones where Mitchie gets pregnant and blah, blah, blah. Yeah, I don’t find those pleasant. And don’t worry, I’m still working on the Camp Rock 2. It’s just more... complicated. REVIEW! Please? Ohhh, and tell me what you think of how Jason acts! Tell me if you think I’m doing it right or not. If not, I’ll work on it. (You gotta love Jason, man... lol) PeaceLoveJonas

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